With a surge of power, I kicked him away.
He grunted as he fell backward, his lips glistening with my release. Landing on a bed of petals, his eyes blazed with that scarletring as I crawled over him, hair wild, skin flushed.
“My turn,” I whispered.
I kissed down his chest, my tongue tracing every hard ridge of muscle, tasting smoke and salt and him. When I reached his hard cock, I didn’t tease. I took him completely into my mouth, my fingers locking tight around his base.
“Holy fuck.” His head slammed against the ground. His hands fisted in my hair, holding on as if I threatened to break him into pieces. “Shit,that feels good.”
I sucked him harder, flushing with joy as he cursed again. “Fuck, Rook, you’re going to make me come—”
Isn’t that the idea? Didn’t we get told to have as many orgasms as possible?
I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked.
His hips rose with a shallow, desperate thrust, chasing the coolness of my mouth even as his entire body erupted with flame. He crackled and sizzled and need pooled between my legs.
He writhed as I stroked him, tasting the flush of smoky pre-cum.
I loved him like this. This undone and desperate andmine.
His thighs turned to concrete as his fingers tightened in my hair. With a low snarl, he sat up, grabbed my hips, and flipped me onto all fours. Kneeling behind me, he pressed a hand against my shoulder blades making my back arch.
“I need you,” he growled. “Fuck, I need you.”
“Then take me.”
He drove inside me with a deep, possessive thrust.
We both cried out.
Ice detonated and fire roared, combining into a tighter helix, healing us both all while we lost ourselves to pleasure. He took me hard and deep, one hand flat on my back, the other braced on my hip, holding me in place to claim me.
“You’re mine,” he snarled, folding over my back and grazing my skin with his teeth. “Forever mine. No matter what happens.”
“Yours.” I pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust.
We lost ourselves to pleasure.
And when we came together, the entire meadow lit up with a starburst.
His fire poured into me like liquid sunlight, while my ice arrowed into him like a frozen lake. He buried himself to the hilt, spilling deep inside me, and for one perfect, suspended moment, there was no pain.
No tarry blood.
No death.
Just us.
Just mist and moonlight as Lucien withdrew and collapsed over me. I lay on my belly beneath him, blanketed and warm and safe. He scattered kisses on my shoulder, both of us trembling but closer to life than we had been before.
The auroras calmed into gentle waves of colour. The petals resumed their lazy drift. And I had no strength to get up.
Rolling onto his side, he wrapped his arm around my stomach and spooned me.
“Sleep,” he murmured against my nape.
I closed my eyes, safe in his arms, and tried not to think about how this might be one of the last times I would ever feel his heart beat against my back.
